Car Bashing

Have you ever bashed a car? Well now I can say that I have. Last Thursday I had the opportunity to not only bash a car but to skip some dance class to go and do it. My friend from dance, Lexie really wanted to go to the car bashing at school but the only problem was that it was from 4-7 and we had dance form 4-8. She kept telling me that she has a break while I was in tap and that I should just miss tap to go bash the car. I wasn't going to ask the teacher if I could miss a class to go and bash a car even if the money was going to a charity. So I told Lexie that if she would ask the teacher if I could miss dance to bash a car that I would go if the teacher said I could miss. It took Lexie about twenty minutes to muster up the courage to go and ask Allison, the teacher, and surprisingly Allison said yes! So as soon as Jazz class was over all of the dancers who attend Apollo changed and went straight to my car. We only had 30 minutes to get to apollo, smash the car, and get back to dance before ballet started. However we were not to concerned about getting back to ballet on time because Mrs. carothers had been very mean lately. Lexie decides that we should make a pit stop at Dairy Queen because she was about to starve and we didn't want her complaining the rest of the trip. We all order greasy food which is something our dance teachers don't like to see but we don't get to eat french fries very often. Bashing the car was a great way to relieve stress even though the hammer was really heavy it was still lots of fun. I just imagined that the car was someone and I hit it pretty hard. It was also really funny because we had to wear these safety glasses. Of course being dancers we take pictures at every get together so we had to take some of us smashing the car. It was kind of sad when the car smashing was over but it was a great way to relieve stress. Probably the best part of the night was when we got to dance and we were late for ballet. Mrs. Carothers knew that we were going to be late because one of the dancers told her that we were at a charity event. Which we did donate money to St. Judes. When we finally got changed and went to ballet lexie smelled like an onion ring. So all we did the whole class was laugh because she smelt like an onion ring. Lets just say that the car smashing trip was a great relief from the long week at dance and school. I hadn't laughed that much in a long time.